It's all about the sun.

Yellow Submarine by kidsmokes featuring a ribbed cardigan

So, my smoking has lead me to a rather large credit card bill, but it's also forced me to come to terms with my obsession with yellow. I've always been into mustard yellow, but I just bought this Michael Kors handbag and it's taken my obsession to another level. On a crappy day a few weeks ago I took to Copley Mall (bad idea, an even worse idea with my Discover card in hand) and that little yellow beauty was sitting so beautifully on the top shelf. And it was on sale! Just marked down! Clearly, I have a problem. Obviously, I had to get the matching wallet and I even went as far as to hunt down and steal the boyfriend's yellow lighter for the perfect trifecta.

Yellow is just so perfect for summer. Even when it's a gross day outside, I have sunshine on my arm. It also makes me happy, which in this world of craziness and mental instability is never a bad thing. I'm working on getting my shit together... I mean, I always say that, but I'm serious! I'm going to get rid of my debt, take yoga seriously, eat like an adult, take my meds like a saint, and all that shit I always say I am going to do. So, just how do I settle down and do it? Where am I supposed to draw this inspiration and motivation from? Well, I am working in the ballpark of 20 hours this week and next, so I have the time, NO EXCUSES! Someone hold me to this.

Okay, time for real talk: isn't it annoying that how long a quarter lasts is directly related to the type of nugg it is? For example, right now, my bag has small, dense, nuggs. It takes about 3 of these small nuggs to grind into a bowl, but if I have larger buds that are just as dense, but a little lighter, and less stemmy it'll last longer. Am I making sense? Admittedly, that was one of the most stoned descriptions ever. I'm thinking this bag I have will last until payday, but we'll see. Anyone want to make bets on it?

As you can tell by the little pot leafs, my summer has been pretty full. I went all the way to Tennessee on the Greyhound to get to Bonnaroo where I smoked hella weed. Then to Austin, Corpus, San Marcos, Boston, Agawam, Chelmsford, Richmond, NYC for 2 hours, and a million places in between. It was one hell of an adventure but now it's pretty much over.







That was pretty much Austin. Tons of drugs, tons of pot, some art, and my favorite friends and their zany ways. Sandy, Marquise, and Yakob, you complete me. The main reason of this post is to show you the greatness of TRAYS. Get them basically anywhere, steal them from work (or in my case get silver plated ones from the Goodwill and keep all your shit on there. Papers, another tray for breaking it up, ashtray, blunts, lighters. It's one of God's gift to stoners. Yakob's (pictured) was from his school. He said they were going to throw them away and snagged a bunch of them. Seriously, get a tray, your life will be so much better. The best part about these trays is that they're often flat enough to store under the couch or under the bed when not in use. Cause you know, being inconspicuous about my pot use is what I'm all about.

I'm so fucked up.

The most blatant epiphany I've ever seen:

Doctor, doctor!

I wish there was a directory of stoner friendly doctors. I'm having the hardest time finding a new primary care physician. I would love it if I didn't have a doctor who was going to blame all my problems on my pot smoking, and chide me for it. I do what I do, accept it and heal around it, doc!

Better yet, a doctor who would encourage me to smoke would be the best. Or! What if I get used in a study! haha, I'm such a nerd. I'm on my 4th bowl of the day, first since I got off work 20 minutes ago. I wasn't going to smoke before work, but it was the perfect day today. Absolutely perfect. I even got to use a blanket and sleep with clothes on last night. I was able to sip hot tea this morning without wanting to die, and I was not perpetually covered in sweat and reapplying deodorant.

It was sunny and about 72 with a lovely breeze. I sat near my window and smoked a bowl and had a cup of mint tea with a little honey. When I was walking home from work it was pouring rain. My hair is all gross and wet. It stopped though, of course, the second I got home and sat down and smoked a bowl.


Terrible.